Weep for the Reaper

So beautiful
So pale
My bride

You did not choose me
Nor I you
But you're mine

Time was no friend
Nature cared not
Your years mean little

Our wedding bed
Where you wait
Alone and confused

All will be made clear
Soon, my love
I prepare for your tears

Yes, my dear
You have died
Your heart beats no more

I am Death
The Grim Reaper
Your groom

Your mother weeps
Your father drinks
Your sister bleeds

Blame not me
This is my duty
Like you, I did not choose it

I have come to escort you
To your heaven
A world I'll never set foot in

While the world weeps for the dead
Who will weep for the Reaper?